Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 19- Why DON'T You LOVE me?

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Tory Lanez's song "Why DON"T You LOVE me?" on his recent album "LOVE ME NOW?" I love this song soo much, like omg.

If we're going, to be honest, the album fire but damn "Why DON"T You LOVE me?" and "SHE tOld Me" get to me. They stay on repeat.

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-Elza😘
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Tory

"The game ain't based on sympathy..." That was something I knew all too well, after all, I hadn't made it this far in my career, let alone life on it. Cause in this world...The world of fame and hustle. We learn to pocket that shit.

Thinking back to how I'd felt, sitting next to where she'd laid in the hospital, my insides boiled hot from anger.

It'd been almost a week since Ayona had finally woken up in the hospital. I didn't want to leave her, but I was anxious.

Terrified, that if I didn't take everything I was feeling and found an outlet for it, I was going to go back to my old ways.

Old ways that involved, tearing through Los Angeles, trying to find whoever had dared touch her and my—then unborn child.

I had a child and a woman, to think about, I couldn't fuck anything up because of my hunger for revenge. It was only because of that, that I'd decided to go into the booth and put my feelings down instead.

"... Yeah, I want this shit to bleed..."

Not just for me, but for her, the baby, and if it was edible—my fans and the world. I thought back to how she'd left me hanging for six months. Then of course, even though Ayona was a large part of the song; there'd be a couple back in the day who'd fucked me over way worst.

"I gotta flex, shit on my ex
You not my bih, you did me wrong
Feel like I can't even call you my ex..."

Things that time in the relationship had been so up and down sometimes that, I wasn't even sure if it should've been labeled one. Flashes of all the bitches I'd fucked while she was gone—low-key wishing they were her, came and went.

"...Wildin out for respect..."

I'd been worried sick, all those months just to find out she'd replaced me so easily.

The flashback of when I'd seen her kissing Khalil, outside of the mall that day.

"...Why can't you love me?
You got somebody
You cannot trust me
I cannot trust me..."

As much as all she had done hurt me, she wasn't the only to blame and despise that she didn't deserve getting attacked.

"...How you gone shit on the kid just to flex
How you gone shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?
I want this shit to bleed
Gimme a sec..."

C-Sick, the producer, paused the music, so I could light my blunt.

I'd wished she could have returned the love I had for her, back then, enough to have stayed down with a nigga.

"...Need to do something to shift all the stress, yeah
Cause I can't make you love, and I can't make you love me..."

I loved her—shit I still did, but I couldn't make her love me. Eventually, I turned to getting lit and materialistic things to quench my love for her, when I'd realized she didn't love me enough to come back to a nigga.

"...Went to the trenches, came back to a nigga
You flew away and came back to a nigga..."

Everything we'd gone through, every other argument.., and that's how she'd decided to give up on us?

"...But one day you saw me and you held me down.."

Getting females was never an issue for me, but she wanted me from the jump, as Daystar Peterson. Not because of Tory Lanez.

I'd finally felt like I could breathe, looking into her eyes. The eyes that always saw me for me.

She'd been the one...

"...How the fuck you let him kiss on your face?
How you had him all up back in your place?
Had another nigga sit in my space.."

Ever since that day at the mall, all I'd been able to imagine was them being together. Him holding her, loving her, how I was meant to love her.

I'd been so pissed with her. Just thinking about it, as I sang "Why DON'T You LOVE me?" had me in a foul mood.

"...Lil bítch..."